All of us are working today with my dad (the cook of the family) working night shift, so we had our big family dinner and celebrations last Sunday. I don't remember the last time my dad was so excited about cooking a big family feast. This year, he wrote out a menu.
Every dish has some sort of meaning to it. Even the number of dishes is supposedly lucky. There was only five of us at dinner and there were eight dishes. It was too much food and definitely not necessary, but who cares. It's New Years.
Every year, my mom wishes the same thing for me. Health and to find a decent guy. "Don't be so picky!", she says. Alright mom.
Anyway, Happy New Year!
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